Hi y’all! Thanks, Elicia for hosting me today. I’m most appreciative of the space and am happy to be here. For those of you here that don’t know me, I’m Lila Munro—realmantica specialist and part of the administrative team over at Rebel Ink Press. I simply love my job of sitting about all day writing and helping others achieve their dream of publication. Today, however, I’m here to toot my own horn a bit. I blog about the cyber circuit quite frequently, but it seems today, Elicia has given me free reign to gab about my latest release, Assumed Master, which is book four in my Identity series.

Long ago and far away…okay, not that long ago. It was actually only about eighteen months ago. There I was a few titles under my belt and feeling a bit more seasoned, I set upon a quest to write one book that would squash my insatiable desire to understand the relationships between those practicing BDSM lifestyles. I have a few personal acquaintances that knock it around in this realm and while I never judged them and totally accepted their choices, it took a while for me to wrap my head around how it all worked. Let me tell you. When the light bulb goes off, the beam of light is blinding. It seems this is either something you totally get or totally don’t. There is no middle of the row on understanding. The shame of it is some people think they get it but they totally don’t. Aside from characters coming out of the woodwork after Identity Crisis was complete, it was this crowd that totally didn’t get it that drove me to write more. I felt I owed it to my friends to shed some positive light on their lifestyle while at the same time practicing discretion insofar as their identities were concerned. I find it’s the norm among those I know to keep a low profile as their careers depend on it. I don’t discriminate against anyone that’s discriminated against, but really, if you think you’re a minority and get the shaft in this world, you’ve really not known the shaft until you have to hide your collars, chains, floggers, and anal plugs for posterity sake. People often overlook the fact that BDSM players are among the most discriminated against because so many look upon what they do as abuse rather than what it is. A loving, trusting, power exchange based on less than vanilla needs. It helps that I have a degree in sociology and one in psychology because I can look from the outside as an objective observer without preconceived notions.

And so it began, one novella became a series and I decided if I was to continue writing all things kink I had to learn more. The learning hasn’t stopped and here I am with the fourth in the series out and am working on the fifth, Assumed Calling.

How about a little peek into Assumed Master…

We may be born to the lifestyle,

Julie Stevens and Dante Larson always knew their tastes were a bit more eccentric than those of the average person, but acknowledgement of their chosen paths came at different times. While their lives have run parallel for the last twenty years, destiny always came knocking at the wrong time. Julie was a closeted edge player and before Dante could pull her free of her fears, Mason came along and dragged her kicking and screaming from her self-inflicted darkness, leaving Dante wanting. Although Dante’s been in love with Julie since the day he first laid eyes on her, he’s happily married to Blake. But the tides are turning.


But Lady Fate dictates how it should be lived…

Still mourning the death of the only Master she’s ever known, Julie finds herself forced to live with the one man she’s been terrified of for years, Dante. While she has to admit something between them feels right, just as many things feel very, very wrong, starting with the fact he’s married to her gay best friend. Before she even has time to sort out her current predicament, another man catches Julie’s attention. But after losing her mother, her sister, and her husband, can Julie come to grips with the fact that Keegan D’Amate jumps out of perfectly good helicopters for a living, rescue diving for the Coast Guard? And where exactly does that leave Dante, who knows for sure he needs a woman to complete his unconventional marriage? Quite frankly, he’s tired of waiting.

Excerpt:

“Where are you going?” Dante stood and almost went after him, but realized he couldn’t very well be two places at once and right now he was needed right outside this door.

“To pack her a few things.” Blake started upstairs without looking back. “I think I remember how to do that much without being told.”

Dante didn’t have time to analyze Blake’s words or their meaning right now. A brat was the last thing he needed at the moment.

A half hour later Blake returned with a rolling leather suitcase in tow and a matching overnight bag draped over his shoulder. Without so much as a sideways glance in Dante’s direction, he marched across the foyer and out the door. When he came back in, he took up a seat next to Dante, crossed his legs, and clasped his hands over his knee.

“Has there been any let up at all,” he asked curtly.

“No, none at all,” Dante answered, wondering how long this might go on. There were only so many things in the damn room. Sooner or later she’d run out of things to throw.

“You have ten minutes,” Blake informed him. “If you don’t go in there after her, I will.”

“You’ll do what I tell you to.” Dante tamped down his anger at Blake’s contradiction, chalking it up to sorrow.

“I will not,” Blake clipped. “She needs you and if you don’t go in there, I will and damn the consequences. Whatever punishment you see fit to mete out later I’ll gladly take without regret.”

It was then all fell quiet on the other side of the door. Dante sat forward and Blake uncrossed his legs and stood. Before either could go to the door, the muffled sound of Julie reciting William Blake over her sobs filtered through the mahogany barrier between them.

“I was angry with my friend. I told my wrath, my wrath did end,” she hoarsely mumbled. “I was angry with my foe. I told it not, my wrath did grow.”

Dante took a deep breath and moved for the knob, knowing full well the words were directed at him and Mason. The woman could conjure the most appropriate verses even in the midst of chaos. It unnerved him. When he pushed the door open, the sight before him was shocking in spite of the constant noise he’d heard for the last hour.

Not one book remained on the shelves. They were strewn over every square inch of floor amidst various trinkets and statues. The plants lay haphazard, some half in and half out of their pots, their roots exposed and their leaves crumpled and wilting. The desk was cleared of everything. It was all in a heap on the floor between Mason’s chair and the wall.

In the middle of the mayhem, Julie sat holding her arm and rocking, still repeating lines from Blake which Dante knew Mason would be reciting himself if he were here. That was one of the ways Mason soothed her. Too bad Dante didn’t know a damn thing about literature and couldn’t offer anything more than a few stanzas of a nursery rhyme starting with Hey diddle diddle.

It was while he stood there stunned, his heart cracking at the sight of someone in so much grief, he noticed the slow trickle of blood running down her arm and falling off her elbow in fat plops.

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Lila Munro currently resides on the coast of North Carolina with her husband and their two four-legged kids. She’s a military wife with an empty nest and takes much of her inspiration for her heroes from the marines she’s lived around for the past fifteen years. Coining the term realmantica, she strives to produce quality romance in a realistic setting. Her genre of choice is contemporary romance that spans everything from the sensual to BDSM and ménage. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading everything she can get her hands on, trips to the museum and aquarium, taking field research trips, and soaking up the sun on the nearby beaches. Her works include The Executive Officer’s Wife, Bound By Trust, Destiny’s Fire, Salvation, Three for Keeps, the Force Recon series, the Slower Lower series, and the Identity series. She’s a member in good standing of RWA and Passionate Ink. Currently she’s working on sequels to several series to be released throughout 2012. And has a brand new line scheduled for winter 2012-13. Ms. Munro loves to hear from her readers and can be contacted via her website http://realmanticmoments.blogspot.com  Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/Lila_Munro Pinterest at https://pinterest.com/lilamunro/ Goodreads at http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4200524.Lila_Munro  You can also contact her via email at lilasromance@gmail.com

 

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